We buried your body yesterday. Everyone but us was weeping. Our eyes ran out of tears. And our lips out of words. Sorrow took all over us. Shock spread all over us. Even bright sunny mornings seem dark to our aging eyes. Every single second stretches into a century of agony. You dad keeps on looking at the door hoping that you would come back. He is trying to deceive himself. But he just cannot. At times he breaks into tears and looks up at the sky. Are you watching? Are you listening Andrew? Can you hear us? Can you see us? Can you feel the pain you left us?
Every now and then your memories show up in my eyes. I smile, I laugh. But the very next moment replaces it with an endless stream of tears. Why did you do this to us Andrew? Why???

We love you baby. Come back.
Mom